My husband had hired her 25-year-old son to work in our company.
Because of the family friendship he was loath to fire the young man who was consistently late for work or didn’t show up at all.
She and I greeted each other with smiles and hugs.
She mentioned her son found the work hours too long and the work itself too menial, he would rather work in the office, “He is still so young. The work, you know, it’s so dirty.” She concluded.
It is dirty work, sucking oil out from drums behind restaurants in the dead of night. It’s dirty hard work with a big stinking truck that makes a lot of noise. So there.
I just looked at her and smiled remembering years earlier when her husband had to leave town for a job, unable to find anything local. I remembered her saying he would take a job doing anything.
Any job at all.
I wondered if she remembered.